The Pelt of a Plaidy

When the shoomy shone upon the mare

on the highest peader sat I to stare

In all this while I dared not care

About the plainy with stroogle fair

But in the midst of this draizle day

Came this plainy skippy across me way

At first I noticed not, just lay

until I saw her broozalies sway

And with this glaze she addressed me so

by pelty me chopsies from to then fro

How that plaidy had knocked me plonko

I was unsure but felt I should go

The End

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